It was the year 2000 when I was introduced to the wonder that is Vinicio Capossela. A master like few the world has seen.
He is humble, his musicality original, raw, full of fire, his lyrics poems of the highest order. Above all, he reaches out and touches the human condition in a way that speaks volumes to me, walking that fine line between nostalgia and melancholy, verve and rhythm, yearning and desire, passion and soul. As I read somewhere, he is a visionary dreamer. And through him, we too dream. Continue reading
Malta’s Prime Minister Joseph Muscat has said he will stay away from today’s demonstration calling for justice in the wake of the assassination of journalist Daphne Caruana Galizia last Monday.
This morning on Facebook, one of the first posts I saw was this:
If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote “Me too” as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem. (copied/pasted)
Without a second thought, I copied and pasted the post and hashtag to my own feed. My reaction was instantaneous, guttural and instinctive – and here’s why:
When I was a 12-year-old attending an all-girls convent school (!), I would update my school diary on a weekly basis with my top 5 names for boys and girls. Maternal thoughts back then were clearly already being drummed into us!
The writing was on the wall (and in my previous blog posts). The result isn’t surprising at all to me and no, it isn’t only because a % of the population have been bought.
I’ve never been one for political parties, at least not in the local sense. They seem to me to bring out the worst in people as opposed to the best.
This post has been a while coming. I needed to process, to sift through my thoughts and the goings-on around me.
But this morning I came face-to-face with something that horrified me and shocked me to the bone. Continue reading
I clearly remember the days, back when I was around 15 or 16, when Madonna’s songs seemed to me to be a manifesto of the way I wanted to live, of the things I wanted to say. Continue reading
Fair warning: this is NOT a happy post.
The premise to this rambling is that I am certainly not qualified to write about politics. While I’m highly interested in that of the capital P variety, and totally uninterested in the one of the small p ilk, I have no academic background in the matter, nor any scientific one for the matter. I am, simply, an invested world citizen with my own views, but then, aren’t we all? Continue reading
I can’t quite believe that it’s been one whole year since my life was turned around, spun on its head, righted, brought back from the brink of whatever. And what a year of discovery it’s been! Continue reading